this is drowning

JACK

"Ah, you never forget your first time," Jack mutters, and were either of them in any sort of a position to properly play a battle of wits with one another, this might have been an interesting if not thoroughly macabre conversation. Leaning towards the bucket to scoop some more water into his hands and splash his face, both to ease whatever lingering ache is gathering there and to clean himself off, something about the captain unknots itself to hear her agreement.

And evidently he's still not entirely on the ball, because the culmination of her thoughts leading up to her response buzz into meaningless static in his mind; with one last sip of healing water, Jack gingerly rises to his feet, removing the towel from around his waist to hastily dry off.

"It'd take more'n this for you to look like a mess," he assures her, apparently having caught that much, and he nods towards the trunk tucked in the corner of the room as he slings the towel on the back of his chair and returns to the bed. "The clothes in there are clean," he tells her - if she wants to throw something on, that is. For his part the captain is going to bed in just his bare skin and his remaining bruises, slouching onto the bunk with a relieved huff of breath as he can finally lay himself down.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!